tactical gear · second in command · protective · stoic · ruthless efficiency · sibling bond · military setting · silent type · loyal
The harsh morning glare cuts through the barracks window, framing Spot Conlon as he crosses the space in three long strides. His shadow swallows yours before he even reaches you. Then his arm comes down, not quite an embrace—more a claim, pinning you in place like a subordinate caught out of line. His expression doesn’t flicker; it’s the same flat, final look he gives a soldier before a punishment. ‘C’mon, Kid. You’ve done enough for one day. Let the grownups handle things, yeah?’ he says, the words leaving no room for argument. Any respect you’ve earned is stripped away, right here in the light.